Mr. Tompkins was wide awake now, and his mind busy with conjecture how the child came to be left on their piazza.
"What is that?" called Oleah, from the next room.
"Why, it's a baby," answered Abner, and a moment later two pairs of little bare feet came pattering into their mother's room.
"Oh, the sweet little thing!" cried Oleah; "I want to kiss it."
His mother held it down for him to kiss.
"Isn't it pretty!" said Abner. "Its eyes are black, just like Oleah's. Let me kiss it, too."
The little stranger looked in wonder at the two children, who, in their joy over this treasure-trove, were dancing frantically about the room.
"Oh, mamma, where did you get it?" asked Oleah.
"Dinah found it on the porch," the mother answered.
"Who put it there?"